The Lost Girl Game, Chapter 9

by Naughty Mommy

As with most stories like this, you'll probably find yourself enjoying it more if you start from the beginning, with Chapter 1.

I was about to continue when something caught my eye and made me stop and stare. Angela was crouched between Bambi's legs, holding the child's hairless pussy lips apart with the fingers of one hand. In her other hand she held a large firm peach slice, which she was slowly inserting into the little girl's vagina.

Bambi was propped on her elbows, watching what her mother was doing. Her face was flushed, and she trembled and moaned as Angela pushed the peach slice in as far as it would go, which was only about halfway. The woman licked her lips, then lowered her mouth to her daughter's sex and began hungrily devouring the fruit.

I looked at my own luscious daughter. She was on her back, waiting for me, her legs open, one hand gently caressing her clit, the other toying with her nipples.

Reaching over to the cart, I refilled my dish. Then I scooped up about half of the strawberries in my hands and held them over Kelly's crotch. Squashing the fruit between my fingers, I spread it onto my daughter's labia and down into her slit. I heard her gasp as my fingers penetrated her. I rubbed the rest of the sticky, sweet-smelling juices onto my own pussy.

I gathered up the rest of the strawberries and cream mixture from the dish, mashed my hands together and then lifted them to my face, rubbing the stuff all over my lips and cheeks and even into my hair.

I bent over and put my fingers in Kelly's mouth, then I kissed her. I smeared my lips around on hers. I rubbed my wet, sticky hands on her face and into her hair too. We kissed and licked each other, both becoming increasingly aroused.

After a few minutes of kissing that way, I shifted my body until I was directly on top of my daughter. I lowered my pussy onto hers, feeling the strawberries mash between us as our vulvas came together.

I lifted my lips from Kelly's and looked into her eyes. Smiling, I said, "My little strawberries-and-cream girl. My sexy sexy daughter."

She smiled back at me, and just then we heard Bambi starting to come. We both looked over at them.

Angela was kneeling on the bed, her hands under Bambi's bottom, lifting her child's sex to her face. The woman moved her mouth greedily all around between her daughter's legs, licking and sucking and kissing and tasting as the little girl climaxed.

"They are so hot," Kelly whispered.

"Yes, they are," I agreed. "But you are very hot too. My hot sexy little 12-year-old daughter. And now I'm going to fuck you with my cunt."

Kelly smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Okay!"

I kissed her once, and then began moving on her, slowly at first, then faster. The friction between our bodies made the juices quickly warm up and the heady fragrance of strawberries enveloped us.

My little girl wrapped her legs around mine. She arched her pelvis and matched the rhythm of my thrusts. Looking into my eyes, she cried, "Mommy, fuck me!"

Soon we were climaxing together. Kelly started coming first, and that made me come. She locked her legs around me, squeezing me tightly, pulling my cunt into hers.

I buried my face in her neck, tasting strawberries and cream and sweat. I groaned and hugged her, feeling the hot pulsing in my pussy as I climaxed on top of my child.

When our mutual orgasms began to subside and our bodies were able to relax, Kelly released the hold of her legs on my bottom and they fell to the bed. She was still breathing very heavily. I lifted my face and gently kissed cheek.

"God, Mommy, you made me come so hard!"

I kissed and licked her neck. "That's because I love you, baby girl."

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Whew, I'm so hot and sweaty." I slid off my daughter and laid beside her.

"You two are so beautiful together," said Angela. "The perfect mother-daughter pair."

I raised my head to look at her. She was leaning against the headboard, her legs spread wide apart. Bambi was laying next to her, her little head resting on Angela's thigh. She was gently fondling her mother's pussy lips.

"Thank you," I smiled, "but I think you two also make an equally perfect pair."

Angela lifted her daughter to a sitting position and kissed her mouth. "I think you're right," she said as she nuzzled the girl's nose.

After kissing Bambi one more time, Angela got down from the bed. The tall blonde stretched languidly — I marveled again at her superbly proportioned form — and then pushed the serving cart back over against the wall.

"Well, I must say, this fruit and cream idea was a great success," she said as she turned to us, beaming with pride at how well her erotic designs had turned out.

"It was the best dessert I've ever had," declared Kelly, and we laughed.

Looking at the clock by the bed, Angela sighed, "I wish it wasn't so, but Bambi and I have to be ready to leave in a little more than an hour. That gives us about enough time to take showers, wash and dry our hair, and get dressed, wouldn't you say?"

"I know I really need to wash my hair," I grinned.

"Me too," agreed Kelly.

"You can take a shower with me," Bambi told her, "in my room."

"Sure, why not?" said Angela. "The girls can clean up together, and Sharon, would you like to shower with me? I'd enjoy that. We can wash each other's backs."

"Okay."

The two little girls scampered off together toward Bambi's room, dripping fruit and juice on the plush carpeting.

Angela shook her head and smiled. "What darlings they are." Then she took my arm and we went into her bathroom suite.

In the shower, we washed each other's hair, then I washed her back, and she washed mine. But it wasn't only my back she washed. Standing behind me, she slid her soapy hands down between my legs, reaching her long fingers in to caress and wash and excite my pussy.

Even after all the orgasms I'd had during the past 24 hours, I was easily ready for one more. I turned toward Angela, took her face in my hands and kissed her. Then I lowered my mouth to her breast and sucked her hard nipple. Meanwhile she still had a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit with her fingers.

I took my mouth from her breast and kissed her again as I pressed my body to hers. She was leaning against the tiled wall. I put my hand down to her pussy and slid my fingers between her labia. She was hot and wet inside. I began fucking her with my finger, then with two fingers.

She was fucking me, too. We fucked each other's pussies and kissed and made each other come in the shower.

After our mutual climaxes, we smiled, kissed a little more, and sucked our fingers. Then we finished washing and got out of the shower, toweling each other off.

While Angela began blow-drying her hair, I went to get my clothes, and I also brought the cosmetic case from our bathroom back with me.

Angela's hair was dry when I returned, so I borrowed her blow-dryer while she started putting on her makeup. When my hair was dry, I put on my eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and a little blush, and I tried one of the new lip tints — there were a dozen different colors in the case to choose from — I picked 'Passionfruit'.

Looking at myself in the mirror, pleased at how attractive the expensive makeup made me look, I said to Angela with a wink, "I gather this is not the first time you and Bambi have picked out a mother and daughter to seduce."

"No, you and Kelly may be the best," she patted my arm, "but you're not the first."

After touching up her own lipstick, she got up from the vanity and began getting dressed. She put on a bra first. It was black and lacy and pushed her breasts into a tantalizing display of cleavage.

She sat down again and drew sheer black thigh-high stockings up over her shapely legs. Slipping into a pair of black pumps with four-inch heels, she stood to admire herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.

"Not bad for an old lady of 38, huh?"

"I'll say." I looked at her long, beautiful legs, made to seem even longer and sleeker by the high heels, at her smooth shaved pussy, her flat stomach, her tempting breasts, and her perfectly made-up face. "Stunning is the word that comes to mind."

She put a hand on my cheek and smiled. "You're sweet."

She went into the dressing room for a moment and came back wearing a red silk blouse, which she buttoned only high enough to barely hide her bra.

"So, how many times have you done it?"

"Quite a few times now. Or at least we have tried quite a few times." Angela stepped into a black wrap-around skirt that buttoned at the side. The skirt came to just above her knees, but she left most of the buttons undone, putting plenty of thigh on display.

"Um, no panties?" I asked with a grin. "Do you ever wear them?"

"Not very often. Sometimes I will if I'm wearing slacks or jeans, but when I'm in a skirt or a dress, I almost never do. I like how it makes me feel, and besides, when we're traveling as we are today, Bambi likes to be able to reach in and touch me whenever she can get away with it."

I shook my head, amazed and impressed by the brazen sexuality of this woman and her daughter.

Angela checked her makeup one more time in the mirror, then turned to me and said, "Are you ready? Shall we go check on the girls?"

I was dressed and ready to go, so we got up and left the bathroom arm in arm.

"We began playing our game about a year and a half ago," she told me. "We're very careful, mind you, never to attempt it anywhere close to where we live, where someone might recognize us. We always go to far-off cities, at least a couple of states away, and stay in a nice hotel, or sometimes in a resort."

"That sounds..." I started to say 'expensive' but then I thought that would make me sound provincial, so I said, "I mean, that sounds complicated."

"It does take some effort to set everything up, but we think it's worth it."

We found our daughters in the living room, cleaned up and dressed, sitting on the floor playing with dolls again.

Kelly was in the dark blue crop top and tight jeans she'd been wearing when we first met Bambi and Angela. I assumed she also had on one of the panty and bra sets I'd bought for her at Victoria's Secret, but when my daughter stood up to admire Angela's outfit, I saw her little breasts bobbing unhindered under her shirt. So she was bra-less and maybe panty-less too. That made me smile.

"Wow, you look great, Angela," said Kelly, as her gaze ran from the blonde's cleavage down to her legs.

"Thank you, darling. You look very lovely yourself."

Angela took a seat on the sofa near where her daughter was playing on the floor, and crossed her long legs. I sat on the sofa beside Angela, and Kelly sat down on the floor next to me.

Bambi had changed into a yellow tank top and a short white skirt patterned with cartoon flowers. She was wearing lacy white socks with white sneakers, and I could see quite clearly, from the way she was sitting, that her little panties were white too.

Angela went on. "Bambi and I generally travel somewhere once or twice a month to play 'The Lost Girl Game', as we call it. Of course, it's not always successful. I'd say at least half the time we either can't find anyone we think is suitable, or if we do, they're just not interested in what we want, and won't be persuaded. On those occasions, my little cutie and I will just spend our time pleasing each other, something we're pretty good at, of course—"

"I've noticed," I interjected.

Angela winked at me and continued, "But when we do find a mother and daughter who want to play along with us — and a couple of times it's been a mother with more than one daughter — then it's wonderful. Again, though, it's not very often that the moms will do as much with their girls as you and Kelly have done."

She looked down at her daughter. "It's been only, let's see, Bambi, is this the fourth time we've found a mother and daughter who were willing to go all the way with each other?"

Bambi looked up. "Um, there was Heather and her mom and Cindy and her mom. And then... are you counting the twins?"

"Twins?" I asked.

Angela chuckled. "No, I'm not counting them. They were great fun, though, a pair of 16-year-old blondes who were willing to do anything and everything with Bambi and me, and with each other too. But their mother would only watch us and masturbate. She wouldn't really join in."

"But she let you lick her," said Bambi.

"Yes, I made her come in my mouth, which was nice, but unfortunately she wouldn't touch you or her own daughters, no matter how much I tried to convince her that she should."

"Wow, twins..." I mused.

"The other pair I'm thinking of is Joanne and her daughter. What was her name?"

"Um, it was Maggie," said Bambi. "But I didn't like her very much."

"I know," Angela sighed. "It was strange that time. Usually we find it's the moms who need the most convincing, but this time Joanne would have gone along, no problem, but it was her daughter who resisted. In the end, though, we were at least able to get them to finger-fuck each other, and they both had orgasms that way, even though that was the only thing Maggie would agree to do. She wouldn't even kiss her mother while they were having sex."

"How old was Maggie?" I asked.

"She was 14," answered Angela.

Kelly asked, "How about, um, Heather, and what was the other girl's name, Sandy?"

"You mean Cindy?" suggested Bambi.

"Yeah, Cindy. How old were those two?"

Angela said, "Let's see, Heather was 11 then, and Cindy was 12, just like you, Kelly."

"I liked her," said Bambi.

"I did too," Angela agreed. "Cindy was really something. Right away she was willing to take off all her clothes and let me and Bambi play with her body, and she loved touching us too."

"Especially me."

"That's right, Bambi, especially you. Cindy couldn't seem to get enough of touching you all over. It took us a little while to get her mother, um, Maureen, it was, to join in. But once she did, the four of us had a very good time together."

"Did you ever find a mom with, like, three daughters you could try it with?" asked Kelly.

"Once, about six months ago," answered Angela. "Her name was Linda, and she had three girls. I can't remember their names, but I remember their ages. They were 14, 11, and 9 years old. All three were slender, dark-haired little beauties."

"That's awesome," said Kelly.

"They were lovely girls, and they let us take off their clothes and look at them naked, and we could do certain things like give them gentle massages, but Linda refused to go any further than that."

"Except she was masturbating practically the whole time," said Bambi. "I saw her."

"She was," laughed Angela, "even though she tried to pretend she wasn't. We got her daughters naked, and we got Linda to take off her top and her bra, but that was all. She wouldn't take off her pants. But just like Bambi says, she always had a hand between her legs, pressing on her pussy, especially when we were touching her girls. She really liked it, I think, it seemed to get her excited, but she wasn't willing to admit that, maybe not even to herself."

Bambi said, "I just remembered their names: Rebecca, Mandy, and Kate."

"That's right," nodded Angela. "Good memory, little girl."

"Tell me more about the twins," I said, as I shifted closer to Angela on the sofa. "Were they pretty?"

"Yes, they were, or cute anyway. They both had braces, and lots of freckles. And gorgeous blue eyes."

"And they both had shaved pussies," added Bambi.

"They sure did," said Angela. "Their bodies were kind of softly rounded, though, not fat at all, but not as thin as I prefer. I like them very slender, like you, Kelly."

She winked at my daughter.

"You want them all to be little girls, like me," Bambi said, "with no titties or pussy hair yet."

"Well, that is what I like best," smiled Angela.

"But the twins," I persisted. "You said they would go along and do anything you wanted? Including with each other?"

"Especially with each other," Angela answered. "I'm quite certain that our afternoon and evening with them was not the first time they'd been sexual together. I never got a straight answer from them about it, but I'm sure they'd been fooling around with each other for some time."

"And what did they do together?" I asked.

"Everything. They kissed, they touched and licked each other's breasts and pussies, they finger-fucked, they did a 69 when I asked them to..."

"They liked licking you too," said Bambi.

"Yes. Both at the same time. That was quite a treat," Angela recalled, "looking down and seeing two identical blondes busily eating my pussy."

"Wow," I said.

"What was it like with Heather?" asked Kelly.

"She was the first," Bambi said.

"That's right, it was Heather and her mother, Sarah, who were our first," agreed Angela. "Not the first ones we tried to do it with, but the first mother and daughter who would go all the way with us and, more importantly, with each other."

"What did Heather look like?" Kelly asked.

"She was very thin, just 11 years old. She had red hair, like you do, honey, only hers was a little darker, and it was straighter, not as curly as yours. Her legs were long and slender and she had almost no breasts yet, just little bumps." Angela smiled. "It took us a couple of hours, maybe three or four, until we finally got Sarah to make love with her daughter, but once she did, they were so beautiful together, weren't they, Bambi?"

"Yeah."

"I remember how hard we had to work at seducing them. We kept going back and forth, first you with the mom and me with the little girl, and then we would switch. And after we got their clothes off, and after they let us touch them and lick them and we made them both come, then we still had to demonstrate for them a couple of times, you and me, to make them see how perfect it can be when a mom and a daughter have sex with each other."

"That is so cool," said Kelly. "You guys are incredible."

The phone on the table next to the sofa rang. Angela picked it up. She listened for a moment, then said, "Very well, thank you. Give us a minute, then send them up."

Hanging up the phone, she said to her daughter, "That was the hotel front desk, baby. The limo is here. Do you have all your things packed? Are you all set to go?"

Bambi nodded. "Yeah. I'm all done."

"Good girl."

I stood up from the sofa and reached down to take Kelly's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Well, we'd better get going then."

Bambi jumped up and flung her arms around my waist. "Oh no! I'm going to miss you!"

I patted the little girl on the back and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "I'll miss you too, precious, very much."

Then I looked at her mother. "Could we, perhaps, come and visit you some time? At least stay in touch?"

Angela came to me and kissed my cheek, then kissed my lips. She looked into my eyes and said softly, "No, I'm afraid that's not how we do it."

She gazed at me for a moment, then at Kelly, and then down at her daughter.

Gently stroking Bambi's hair, she said, "The staff is coming to get all our things, dear. Are you sure you have everything packed?"

"She does," volunteered Kelly. "I helped her."

"What a darling, thoughtful child you are." The woman beamed at her and Kelly blushed.

Then Angela turned back to me. "You see, I believe it's best if we just let each of our adventures stand alone, with no permanent attachments. The next time, a few weeks from now, we'll be somewhere else, somewhere far away, and we'll be looking around for another attractive young mother with a lovely daughter that we can try to seduce, won't we darling?"

"Yes, Mommy," answered Bambi.

The little girl still had an arm around my waist, but I saw her put her other hand beneath her mother's skirt and slid it up the inside of her thigh. Angela just smiled at her.

There was a knock at the door.

"That's the hotel staff. Run now," the woman urged her daughter, "get your jacket on and don't forget your dolls."

"Okay." Bambi started to go, but then said, "Wait, I have to kiss them goodbye first."

"All right," Angela chuckled. "You say goodbye while I open the door."

So, Kelly and I each got multiple big hugs and kisses from darling little Bambi as Angela let the staff in to start collecting their trunks and suitcases.

Angela went with Kelly and me to our bedroom where we gathered up the shopping bags containing all the wonderful gifts we'd received from her. Closing the door briefly behind us, she gave each of us a long wet kiss.

"I hope you two can stay very close for a very long time," she whispered to us. I think she may have had tears in her eyes.

We came out of the bedroom and Bambi followed us to the front door of the suite, where we got even more hugs and kisses from her. Angela kissed us each once more on the cheek, and then Kelly and I started toward the elevator.

"Bye!" Bambi called out as we walked down the hall.

We turned and waved at her. "Bye, darling!"

In the elevator, I got a tissue from my purse and dabbed at the tears beneath my eyes.

"Do I have lipstick on my cheek?" I asked Kelly.

"Yeah, and your mascara's running too."

We laughed a little about that and shared a hug.

I blew my nose on the tissue, and when the door of the elevator opened into the palatial hotel lobby, I strutted proudly out with my head held high, my shoulders back, braless breasts swaying openly under my thin silk top, my erect nipples plainly showing. Kelly and I marched arm in arm back through the mall to the parking garage where we'd left our car the day before.

On the way home, my daughter was quiet for a long time.

Then suddenly she said, "Hey, Mom, couldn't we do that too? I mean, I know we can't afford a fancy hotel room and everything, but what if we just went somewhere, and I pretended to be lost, or like I needed help, and I tried to pick out a nice-looking woman with a cute little girl — do you think we could do it? Shouldn't we try?"

THE END